Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2000 20:58:23 +0200
From: Helen
Subject: The Source
The Source.
First time. Lesbian adult/youth
I got me my first rubber dong when I was 17. I wanted and needed regular
penetrative sex, even if it was only with myself, from the age of twelve,
when I ripped my hymen using a hairbrush to masturbate. The summer of
'77 was the summer I entered my teens and also the summer I lost my
virginity I. It was craved by a woman of 36 and I gave it freely.
We were vacationing in Norway that year. Dad's crazy about fly fishing and
so was I, at the time. I had recently discovered masturbation and was
practising the noble art of self indulgence diligently every chance I
got. Fishing could never compare to that. As fate would have it, I came
down with rubella, which my sister had passed on to me before we left. My
dad didn't want me to be alone in the damp, draughty cabin we rented
and thus it was decided that I would stay in the caravan of this neighbour
woman and her son until I felt better. Not that I was particularly ill. Her
son was 10 and out playing with my brother all day. So it came to be that
we had most of the days to ourselves. I was well tucked in and taken care
of by Grete. She was a brunette, full bodied with an angelic face and
ENORMOUS breasts. Mine were just beginning to show signs of budding and I
was SO jealous. I was a very small girl then; thin as a reed, no hips and
about 135 cm tall. Once, as she lent over me to fetch the lunch tray, I
pinched her nipple through her dress and bra and got slapped on the arm for
the trouble. She apologised and stuttered something about me causing her
pain. I KNOW she lied because I knew I had been very gentle. I sulked, but
secretly fingered myself silly for the remainder of that day, thinking
about those huge, soft globes.
The next day must have been the warmest of the whole summer, I think. I
wore no clothes whatsoever and certainly no covers. The fever was going
down and I was sweating floods. I tried sleeping, but with thoughts of
sleep came thoughts of sex and I tried to get myself off once more before
dozing off. I drew the small curtains all around the caravan and started
rubbing my slit up and down, closing my eyes with the lovely sensations
that soon overwhelmed me. Suddenly Grete appeared in the doorway. I turned
onto my stomach with lightning speed and feigned sleep. A few seconds later
I felt a hand on my buttocks and her weight beside me as she sat on the
bed. I looked up and to my surprise and shame I saw that she was
crying. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and falling in her lap. I felt
so guilty. I had done a bad thing and now she was angry with me. I blushed
from head to toe, cried myself and said I was sorry and that I would never
do it again and that I would leave her camper at once. She then took me
into her arms, squeezed me hard and said that her tears had nothing to do
with my masturbating, well, maybe a little, for she so longed for release
herself. Her husband had been arrested for drunk driving in Oslo two days
before their vacation and this was three weeks ago. For the next hour she
told me in total candour about their sex life, what positions they used,
how much she liked oral sex, how she liked to masturbate and that she was
bi-sexual in all respects. By the time she finished her tale, her hand was
inside her panties and I could hear this distinct wet "clicking"
noise of a finger rapidly stroking a clit. I knew the sound all to well
myself. Her yes were closed and her breath hissed through her teeth. She
was getting there. With my right hand I started fingering my own slimy
quim, my left came to rest on her breast. In a minute she came with a loud
"ooooooohhhhhh" and her face contorted in pleasure. I absently
wondered if I looked like that when I came. As her breathing became normal
again, she tur downy pussy and at the hand working on it. " Would you
like to look at me", she said. I silently nodded in response and
trembled in anticipation of what was to come. She turned to sit on the bed
with her left leg draped over mine, slid the strap of the dress down her
arm and pulled one of those magnificent breasts out of the bra. I swear it
was bigger than my head. She then pulled her dress up to her waist. She had
knickers in the most horrible green hue imaginable, but that's beside
the point, I couldn't wait to see what was behind that big damp spot in
the middle. I stroked her breast with clumsy fingers while two fingers of
my other hand plunged in and out of my cunt, making the most incredible
sounds. She closed her eyes and pulled her knickers to the side and showed
me a very wet, fleshy cunt with big outer labia and no visible inner
labia. She was very hairy and the scent that rose from her crotch hit me
like a punch in the face. She opened her eyes and looked at me. " Do
you like the view, Helen". I could but nod in reply. I was flushed,
close to orgasm and totally bewildered. "You can touch it if you
like". Uncertain of what to do I just stretched out my hand and let it
drop in her lap. She took the it and placed it on her pussy. Actually, she
sat on my hand and I tried as best I could to move my fingers like I did
with myself . I got between those big outer lips and suddenly I was inside,
well, partly anyway! Her eyes went wide and she gasped loudly. It was so
warm, so soft, so slippery and exciting that I forgot all about my own
aching cunt and gave hers my undivided attention. She she suddenly pulled
my fingers out, leaned backwards until she was sprawled across the foot of
the bed, took off her panties and sniffed them, motioning for me to do the
same. I pressed my mouth and nose to the soaked gusset and inhaled the
scent of a woman in heat for the very first time. Neither cocaine nor any
other "nose-candy" could ever have done what that scent did for
me. It made my head spin, set my crotch on fire a there, smiling at me with
damp eyes. I smiled back at her behind her knickers and kept on
sniffing. She signed to me to crawl on top of her and I climbed up and lay
on her belly. She was a VERY full bodied woman and we must have looked
ridiculous together, me only a fraction of her size. I rubbed my kneecap on
her pussy in a sort of humping motion and tried to rub myself on her belly,
but to no avail. I crawled higher until we were face to face. I could smell
the residue from her panties on her face and licked her chin and lower
lip. She licked the tip of my nose and we both started giggling, but
stopped when she covered my mouth with hers and gave me my very first
French kiss. Her tongue felt large and coarse at first but the I melted in
her mouth, responding with my own tongue sliding in between her lips. She
started sucking on it so hard it was almost painful. She let go and
apologised, then started over, more gently this time. I felt her hand trail
my back down, slowly towards my bum, tracing the crack to my opening. I
spread my legs as far as I could as she let her finger circle my wet
hole. She slid it in and kept going as she felt no resistance. She broke
the kiss and asked me if I had done "it" before, "No,
you're my first" I whispered into her mouth. She fingered me ever
so gently for a while, then stop and told me to turn around. So I turned on
my back and was rewarded with a laugh. "No, head to foot,
silly". "Oh...". I turned over and turned again to face her
hairy crotch. Suddenly her pussy disappeared out of view as she pulled me
towards her face. Uncertain of what was going on I twitched violently as I
felt something warm and slithering trace my cunt from the clit to my
rectum. It took me a few moments to realise it was her tongue and at that
moment I felt it enter me. God in Heaven! The feelings I experienced over
the next minutes, are even with all the experience I've gathered since,
still beyond description. The words Total Bliss will have to suffice. As
she alternately, slowly circled my hole and favour. The difference in
height made it impossible, though. She tried to raise her knees, but all I
got was good look. "Please, finger me" she said. I reached down
with both hands and pulled her lips apart and started to rub my middle
finger in the wetness below. Her whole body jerked as I touched her
clitoris and I concentrated my efforts on that area. Her clit wasn't
easy to find among the folds and I think I missed it more often than not,
but I heard her whisper "Oh, Helen" a few times, so I must have
done something right. I came twice in her mouth in the time she licked
me. Every orgasm began with her sucking hard on my clit and ended with her
tongue as far up my vagina as it would go. She later confessed that she
liked the feel of my contractions around her tongue.
I was exhausted and just laid on her stomach, panting, trying to get a
grasp on reality and on what had just happened. I knew I had made love for
the very first time in my young life and I had done "it". Then came
the realisation that I had done "it" with a woman almost three
times my age. I pondered these facts for a few moments, then turned to look
at my first acquaintance in a world of pleasure that would be mine for a
whole week.
She looked back with teary eyes and a smile that spoke of secrets, of love
and of ecstasy. The lower half of her face was covered in goo. I touched
her chin and smelled my finger and tentatively licked it. "Do you like
it." Grete asked. I told her it tasted of us both. She then took my
finger and sucked on it. "Yes, you're right. It does. Do you like
my taste, she asked". Yes, I whispered. Then she said the most
beautiful and exciting thing "Det r best nr det kommer fra
kilden." "It's best when it comes from the source". She
looked me deeply in the eyes and gently pushed me off her body. She scooted
towards the head of the bed and took off her dress and bra and laid down
completely naked. She was so beautiful. Her skin was alabaster white and
even though she had born a child and was very overweight, she didn't
have any marks on her body apart from a small appendix scar. She kept her
eyes steadily on mine as she slowly parted her legs. She squeezed her
breasts and closed her eyes. She pulled her nipples to the point where I
thought they'd tear. For a woman that size she was unusually agile. She
kept parting her legs until there was no room in the alcove, then she bent
the knees and parted her legs some more. Her cunt was clearly visible now,
a bulging Venus mound with those big lips below and a hint of the entrance
at the bottom. She the did something I could never do today. She stuck her
arms between her legs and using them as levers, pulled her knees almost to
her ears. This had a dramatic effect on her cunt. The lips parted and
released a trickle of her nectar like cum. Her anus came in view and seemed
ready to burst, but most of all, her vagina opened up completely and I
swear I could see her cervix. She reached down and parted her lips even
further. I couldn't see her clit, but with a few quick flicks of her
index, it appeared at the inverted "V" at the top. I actually grew
to a length of about a centimetre before my very eyes.
It was a beautiful sight and I told her so. She told me she'd been
photographed in that position and that the photos had been burnt on the
opening day of an exhibition before I was even born. "All this is
yours, love" she said. I shuffled closer until I was looking directly
down on what would be appropriately described as delectable. I pushed two
fingers inside and was rewarded with grunt from Grete. I pushed them in and
out and soon added third. She flicked her clit at the same time, but I
sensed that this was my job and pushed her hand away. I started rubbing it
with the thumb of my other hand and Grete went wild. She whined, she
yelped, she moaned, she thrashed around the bed and the she stopped
breathing, went rigid, stared at my face with her mouth opened and came. My
hand was flooded with her juices and my fingers more or less crushed as her
contractions began. Her face went dark red and the sound she made, as the
last contraction racked her body, scared me. It came from a place neither
she, nor I knew existed. I pulled my hand out and looked at it. I was
wearing a transparent glove! I parted my fingers and they were webbed. The
web broke into strings that formed droplets which I caught on my tongue
before they could fall and go to waste. Grete was looking at me. All was
silent. She was still in that awkward position and cum was trickling down
her crack, over her anus and onto the bed. "It's best when it comes
from the source." she repeated. I took one last look at her face, saw
the longing in her eyes and dove in. I pressed my face to her cunt as hard
as I could and rubbed it all over to cover it in her cum. I looked up at
her and licked my lips. She smiled and said "Go on, It's all
yours." I started exploring every nook and cranny with my tongue, lips
and nose. She helped me by parting her lips, giving me access to all of
it. God, I licked her inside and out. I cleaned her out completely. I
wished I had a 6 inch tongue at that moment. I sucked so hard on her clit I
thought it would come off. She had to h was so big down there, I
couldn't breathe when her lips closed around my face. Her third orgasm
wasn't as strong as her second, but just as wet. I tried her trick by
pushing my tongue as far inside her as it would go when I felt the first
contractions. And nearly drowned. The slimy stuff went up my nose and I
choked on it. It tasted wonderful, but it was a bit too much at once. I
swallowed what I could and let the rest dribble down my chin. Somewhere in
the distance, I heard her voice and looked up. She was sweating, sweat
trickled between her breasts and the rolls on her belly. My face was sticky
from the chin to my eyebrows. And it hurt. My cheeks, my lips and my chin
were assaulted by a burning sensation that grew worse as it her cum dried
on them. We looked in the mirror and my face was crimson. Apparently it was
her pubes that caused it. I had simply been scratched in my violent
attempts to please her. She washed my face with water and put on a cooling
sun lotion. She washed my crotch and I washed hers, very slowly and very
carefully. We only had ice cold water and a sponge for the job, but it
still felt wonderful. I fingered her and took the time to look at her cunt
carefully and up close. I had washed away the cum, but her pussy was quick
in producing freshly squeezed juice. I dipped my fingers in them as used to
dip them in sherbet powder when I was younger, and licked them off while
Grete stood there on shaky legs with her eyes shut, holding her cunt open
and giving me full access to the source .
With this picture I leave you and hope you enjoyed reading my story as much
as I enjoyed writing it. It is true for the most part, although I've
embellished on a few minor details. It happened 23 years ago and some of
memories were lost among later conquests. But one thing will never be lost:
The fond memories of my first lesbian love making. I've had many women,
many men and some other species since those days, but there's no time
like the first time.